Abbi Glines Quotes

Some things are hard to let go of.

Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

It’s hard to let go. Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then.

I can hold on to that, that bitterness and that anger. It won't get me anywhere.

A piece of my heart will always be in football, but my mind ended it.

Anger is easier than forgiveness.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

Your trying to take them away from me, and I can't let you do that.I'm not ready to let go." "Exactly what am I taking away?" "My family." "Brenna..." She wouldn't let him continue. "You are trying to take them away, aren't you? And if you succeed, what will I have left?" "Me.

You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.

I wanna move on but my feelings too strong.

Ah, Beloved. Of all the things I must bid farewell to, you are the most difficult to lose. Forgive me that I have avoided you. Better, perhaps, that we make a space between us and become accustomed to it before fate forces that upon us.

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just...' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you.' 'I don't think you can.' he said

I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

I'm weak cause I believe you and I'm mad because I love.

God pity us indeed, for we are human, And do not always see, The vision when it comes, the shining change, Or, if we see it, do not follow it, Because it is too hard, too strange, too new, Too unbelievable, too difficult, Warring too much with common, easy ways, And now I know this, standing in this light, Who have been half alive these many years, Brooding on my own sorrow, my own pain, Saying "I am a barren bough. Expect, Nor fruit nor blossom from a barren bough."

Letting go, it's so hard The way it's hurting now To get this love untied So tough to stay with this thing 'cos if I follow through I face what I denied I'll get those hooks out of me And I'll take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side Kill that fear of emptiness, that loneliness I hide.

No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

Looking at it, I started crying. Maybe it was knowing that I had to give up the fantasy, the enormous life consuming fantasy , that someone or something was going to do this for me – the fantasy that someone was coming to lead my life, to choose direction, to give me orgasms.

It was the hardest boyfriend I ever had to break up with.

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.